Lizi knocked on the door of Ren Ziling's office with a smile.
At this time, Deputy Editor Ren was hanging the ballpoint pen on his nose and upper lip, holding his chin with his hands and looking at the notebook screen, probably worrying about writing a manuscript.
"Ah!! No more writing! Lizi, let's go out and collect stories!"
"But Sister Ren, the boss said that if you don't hand in the manuscript today, your wages will be deducted this month." Lizi blinked.
"What are you doing here! Have you finished your work? Is this a place for laziness?" Deputy Editor Ren suddenly turned on his sarcastic mode.
Lizi mysteriously took out a small box and shook it in front of Ren Ziling.
"What is this?" Ren Ziling asked curiously.
"Medicine." Lizi sat down, "Didn't you say you wanted more during the last Golden Week? I asked someone to get some from my hometown."
Ren Ziling shook her head and said: "Oh... I remember it. But is this medicine too strong? The last time I was knocked out, I was a little scared when I think about it. It was too harmful to the body!"
"Sister Ren~" Li Zinuai said: "Now you know how distressed you are? Don't you want to hold your grandson?"
"Go, go, go!" Ren Ziling waved her hand.
Lizi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I asked the people in my hometown to reduce the potency of the medicine again. It shouldn't be like Officer Ma. Besides, Luo Qiu is young, so he should be fine."
Ren Ziling was suspicious for a moment, blinked at Li Zi's blinking eyes, quickly took the small box from Li Zi's hand to his hand, quickly stuffed it into the drawer, and then continued to say harshly: "
Why are you still sitting here! No need to work! Get out!"
Lizi was shocked when he saw his ability to cross the bridge and remove the planks... he was astonished to the heavens.
"By the way, there is another letter here for you."
"Letter to me?"
Ren Ziling was stunned, took the white envelope from Li Zi's hand, glanced at it quickly, and frowned.
After a while, Ren Ziling suddenly took out her mobile phone and was about to dial Luo Qiu's number. However, after thinking for a while, she put the mobile phone down again, tapped her fingers on the table a few times, and suddenly said: "Pear."
, go and print out a leave request form for me, I may have to ask for a few days off."
"Maybe? Sister Ren, what happened?" Lizi asked curiously.
"Go if I tell you to. Why are there so many problems!" Ren Ziling urged, waving her hand.
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"The harvest is quite rich today."
When he just returned to the door of the club, Luo Qiu picked up the shopping bag in his hand. For some reason, Boss Luo was always very keen on discount days in supermarkets.
Of course, most of the things I bought back were just ingredients and seasonings.
"Yes."
While answering the owner, Youye pushed open the two pine doors in front of the shop first, only to find that there was already a black soul messenger waiting in the lobby. Of course it couldn't be Taiyinzi, he was probably still there.
It's a lot of fun in "Emerald Fantasy".
What awaits is Dark Souls No. 18.
"Eighteen, I've met the master, I've met Miss Youye." The messenger, who was wrapped in a black robe, still said hello in her harsh voice that could make people crawl with goosebumps.
Luo Qiu nodded, walked to the counter, pinched his sleeves, and packed up today's harvest, "Is there anything wrong on the 18th?"
Black Soul No. 18 glanced at the 'critical door' in the corner of the lobby, and then said with this expression: "My subordinate has never returned. This is so disrespectful to the master, so I came back today to pay my respects."
"Really?" Luo Qiu smiled and nodded, "Have you been back for a long time?"
"For a while." Black Soul No. 18 nodded.
"Sit down, don't stand." Luo Qiu pointed in front of him, "What have you been busy with recently?"
"I have been following up on a financial owner." Black Soul No. 18 said quickly, "I believe that the financial owner will become a guest in a short time. Does the owner want to see the information first?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, cut a fresh lemon slice, put it in his mouth, and frowned: "Well, it's too sour. No. 18, do you like lemons?"
"Master, it's okay if Black Soul doesn't eat." No. 18 shook his head.
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "That would be a lot less fun. You have to learn from Taiyinzi on this, he knows how to live a good life."
"Yes..." Black Soul No. 18 was a little dazed and nodded, "I heard that this newcomer has done very well recently."
"good."
"Master, when I come back this time, I actually want to change something." Black Soul No. 18 suddenly said at this time.
"If you want to exchange black souls, you can just go to Youye directly. There is no need to report to me." Luo Qiu said casually, "By the way, I plan to cook today. Do you want to stay for a quick meal?"
Black Soul No. 18 shook his head, "My subordinates will leave immediately after changing their things."
"Like this... let's do it next time." Luo Qiu waved his hand.
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After Black Soul No. 18 left, the maid lady returned to her master, "Master, No. 18 asked for information on a kind of ancient Egyptian writing that has disappeared."
Luo Qiu smiled lightly and said, "I told you, you don't need to report these things to me."
Youye said: "No. 18 is a dark soul with good performance, but it has been a long time since he turned in his white card."
Supervising and reminding the Black Soul Messenger is also one of the maid's duties... She even has a very strict attitude in this regard.
"She may have her own plans." Boss Luo smiled and said, "No. 18 has been around longer than you and I. I should know it well."
The maid just nodded, and everything was in compliance with her master's wishes... She was only supervising the work of Black Soul, and she was serving her master here.
"Stop talking about this." Boss Luo waved his hand and put the salmon bought from the supermarket on a plate. "I'll leave it to you next. My knife skills are really not as good as yours."
"OK."
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Even during the day, all the lights in the apartment were turned on but all the curtains were closed.
An elderly foreign man was holding a document in his hand, pacing back and forth in the living room, thinking about something with his brows furrowed.
In the middle of the sofa, there was also a young man sitting. The young man looked almost the same as the foreign old man. Of course, it was not because they were related by blood. The reason why they looked similar was because of their slovenly appearance.
Wang Yuechuan and Professor Trevor who came from Australia to interpret the strange book in his hand.
At this time, unlike Professor Cui Fu, whose brows were furrowed, Wang Yuechuan was staring intently at the coffee table in front of him. On this coffee table, there was a flat square black cloth spread out.
At this time, Wang Yuechuan took a deep breath and opened the small bottle next to him. It contained some white powder. These powders were ground using crystals available on the market.
Wang Yuechuan poured the crystal powder from the bottle into his palm. Next, he held the powder tightly, and then began to slip it from his fist little by little, onto the black cloth on the coffee table, little by little.
I used these powders to draw strange patterns one after another.
In the end, Wang Yuechuan even took out a knife and cut his finger, his expression becoming more focused.
He squeezed his cut finger hard, and the bright red blood dripped drop by drop on the black cloth.
He then chanted something softly and quickly...a magical incantation.
